Can I request morning cuddles with tony stark and fem reader? Sleepy tony is so cuteeee
Hi anon! Thank you so much for this request!! I love sleepy Tony. I hope you like it!
Sleepy Snuggles
Tony Stark x Fem!Reader
Summary: Tony wants cuddles the minute he wakes up. You gladly oblige.
CW: not proofread. none. fluff, mentions of Tony being an adventure, pet names
WC: 897
It was rare that you woke up with Tony still in bed. The rarest occasions were when you woke up with Tony still sleeping in your bed, but you never complained on the occasions you were blessed to witness sleepy Tony. It didn’t happen often, what with his nightmares and his incessant insistence that tinkering until he literally passed out helped, but when it did happen, you loved every second of it.
This morning happened to be one of those occasions. You’d managed to persuade Tony to go to bed at the same time you did the night before, mumbling an excuse about watching a movie with him. After you’d both changed into your pajamas and settled into bed, he put on a movie that you managed to watch half of before dozing off, your head comfortably pillowed on his bare chest.
You awoke on your side of the bed, facing away from him. It wasn’t shocking, really, as you had been known to toss and turn on occasion. Tony paid it no mind, as you dealt with him thrashing when he had a nightmare, and he usually just moved you to your side of the bed.
Turning over to face him, you found that he was still sleeping. You wished you could always see him as peaceful as he was while he slept, but you knew it wouldn’t happen. Not with him being Iron Man and an Avenger. No, his life simply wouldn’t allow it.
Tony groaned and stirred, somehow moving closer to you, his arm lazily draped over your waist. You couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped, running your fingers through his hair.
“Mm… baby?” he mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed.
“Right here, Tones.”
He scooted closer, shoving his face into the juncture where your neck and shoulder met.
“Stay?” Tony asked softly, his voice raspy and slightly deeper than usual.
“Always.”
“Y’ promise?”
It was odd to hear him so vulnerable. Tony was a lot of things, but vulnerable was not one of them.
“I promise, baby,” you assured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Tony sighed in contentment, his arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer to him.
Resigning to your fate, you ran a hand up and down his back, the other lightly scratching his scalp. Tony hummed, tilting his head upward slightly.
“There’s those pretty brown eyes,” you smiled at him, using the hand that was rubbing his back to caress his face. Tony smiled sleepily, leaning into the touch. “Why are you up so early?”
He shrugged. He wasn’t even sure what time it was; all Tony knew was that you were still in bed and he wanted cuddles. He gently grasped your wrist, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand before releasing it.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his hand moving to cup your face. “My favorite person.”
“You’re so sappy when you’re sleepy,” you giggled, blushing.
“You’re deflecting. You’re beautiful, Y/N.”
The blush deepened. Tony grinned, happily pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.
“Sap,” you mumbled, earning a giggle from Tony.
“Only for you, dear.”
Tony shifted, burying his face in your chest. You huffed a laugh, allowing him to get as close as humanly possible, your legs intertwined. He sighed contentedly, one hand resting on your hip while the other wrapped around you, lazily tracing his fingertips along your back. You hummed, tilting your head downward, letting your head rest against his hair.
“I could get used to this,” he mumbled. “I think I am.”
“Good.”
“Good?” His brows furrowed.
“Maybe you’ll sleep more if I promise to cuddle you first thing in the morning.”
Tony laughed. “I don’t know about that, honey. But I’m not opposed to cuddles every morning.”
You chuckled. Sure, Tony might have been a chronic insomniac that only slept after he collapsed from exhaustion, but he would never miss the opportunity for cuddles. If you could find a way to get him to sleep more while bribing him with cuddles, it would be a win-win situation.
“Stop thinking about how you can bribe me with cuddles.”
“Wha—I would do no such thing!” you spluttered, much to his amusement.
“You would. And while I’m flattered that you care so much you’re willing to bribe me, I am fine, honey.”
“You don’t sleep enough, Tony,” you sighed. “I worry about you.”
“And I worry about you, but I’m not gonna bribe you to sleep.”
You couldn’t help but laugh. “No, you’d just create a protocol where Friday is required to tell you how much I sleep, and then you’d pester me about it until I started sleeping right.”
“I would do no such thing.”
“You definitely would.”
Tony giggled at the accusation, snuggling closer (if that was even possible). You said nothing as you played with his hair, basking in the comfortable silence that had fallen around you. Tony was happy — half-asleep, maybe, but he was happy, and that made you happy.
“Baby.” Tony murmured.
“Mm?”
“I love you.”
You smiled, planting a kiss on top of his head. “I love you, Tony.”
“Don’t move?” he requested, moving just enough that he could look up at you. “You don’t have anything to do?”
“Nothing,” you assured him.
“Mmm… good. Cuddle with me all day.”
You huffed in amusement, letting him snuggle close again.
“Whatever you say, babe.”
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